Darkness doesn't have fingers that twist into my flesh.

His chair glides a few inches closer and he's in my face, all shoulders and cologne.

A small metal marble pinballs within my chest, banging and clanging against all the routes inside me.

Lying on my bed, my brain cyclones with thoughts of men and boys and boys and men. All making the wrong choices.

It's not the game, Zee. It's the fame. Everyone wants to be affiliated with a winner.

God is my shelter.

…And my heart openedlike a flower under sky, its petals of desire, its stamens of dreams…

The spread of computers and the Internet will put jobs in two categories. People who tell computers what to do, and people who are told by computers what to do.

Even the most broad-minded of us can embrace only that part of truth into which our own snout has blundered.

I didn't want to write a biographie romancee especially since I already write novels, nor did I want to challenge the rules of the biography game, arbitrary as those rules might be

A poet over 30 is pathetic

Marriage encourages the men and women who together create life to unite in a bond for the protection of children.

A lot of people don't know about music, but buy records. A lot of people that know about music can't afford to buy records.

You can't compete with Sweets' sound and time feel. It's impossible.

There is little hope of equity where rebellion reigns.